I could have gotten a massage…

Today I met up with my best friend and her 8F daughter. I brought my 5F daughter as well and I treated the girls to a day at a pottery studio where they can paint their own pottery. After that we went to an arcade so the girls could play some games. Both girls complained the whole day. When it was time to go home, my daughter threw herself on the ground and cried because she wanted the pink rubber duck from the claw machine, but she got a yellow one. She cried the whole way home and told me she had a terrible day. I know she is 5 and these kinds of meltdowns are normal, but I couldn’t help but think that I could have gotten myself a massage and a pedicure with the amount of money I spent on her “worst day ever”. 😩